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felt himself
grow harder and harder but then suddenly the hands were gone.
    “What?” he said.
“What’s happening?”   He twisted
around and was about to push himself up off the mattress but a hand pressed him
back down.
    The massage
continued, this time on his right leg. This time he knew that the hands were
going to end up inside his boxer shorts, and the anticipation as they gradually
moved slowly up his leg was almost unbearable. He opened his legs as he felt
himself grow harder and he moaned, hoping that if she knew how turned on he was
she’d move faster. She didn’t. The hands continued to move slowly, up to his
knee, massaging the joint and then up further, to his thigh.
    He moaned softly
as he felt himself grow even harder. The fingers nudged his boxer shorts, then
returned all the way down to his knee and he grunted in frustration.
    The hands were
strong, and she clearly knew what she was doing.   He realised that it probably wasn’t Zed, she was far too
inexperienced.   It might have been
Lek, or Zed’s sister, but the massage was so good and so thorough that he
wondered if perhaps Zed’s mother had decided to pay him a nocturnal visit. The
hands moved up into his boxers and he gasped, but just as quickly they
retreated down his thigh.
    “You’re driving
me crazy,” sighed Dave. There was no reply. He was no nearer working out who
was giving him the massage but frankly he didn’t care because it felt so good.
His erection was throbbing and he shifted his weight to allow his dick to move
and as he did the hands slid right up into his boxers and fingernails scraped
his balls. He almost came but almost immediately the hands were gone.
    He felt the
mattress move and realised that she was now sitting next to him. Her hands
reached for his shoulders and began a firm, rhythmic massage. Her fingers
probed between his muscles, sometimes painfully hard, sometimes soft, small
circular movements that within minutes had him in a state of almost total
relaxation. His erection subsided but he didn’t care.
    “That is so
good,” he sighed. “So, so good.”
    The fingers
continued to work their magic, moving down his spine. There were loud clicks as
the fingers manipulated the bones, aligning them perfectly.
    “Please, tell me
who you are.” said Dave.
    There was no
reply. The hands began to move up and down his back, soft and smooth, and with
each caress he felt as if he was sinking deeper into the mattress.   They moved up to his neck, and then
down to his waist, then back up, then they gently brushed his sides as they
moved down to his boxers. He felt a tug at his waist and realised that she was
removing his boxers so he wriggled around and she slipped them off. He felt
suddenly exposed, lying there totally naked.
    He began to pant,
wondering where she was going to touch him next. He rested his head on his
hands, trying to steady his breathing. He flinched as something brushed his
left thigh, a tickling sensation, he couldn’t tell if it was a finger or a
nipple or her tongue.   The tickling
continued, then it was joined by a second sensation, something soft and
wet.    Dave shivered in
anticipation.   “God that’s
amazing,” he sighed. The sensation stopped almost immediately.
    Hands reached
between his legs, stroking his thighs, softly but insistent, and Dave raised up
his hips, trying to encourage her to hold his dick but each time he did the
hands moved away. It was frustrating, but very erotic – the more he
showed that he enjoyed it, the quicker it stopped.   Only when he lay still did the hands move closer and closer
to his dick.
    The massage
continued, slow and deliberate, and his erection got harder and harder. Dave
didn’t care who was touching him, he just wanted to come. He began to pant and
then it stopped and he sighed in frustration, Then he felt hands gripping his
ankles and he realised that she wanted him to turn over. He grunted as he
rolled over, then lay on his back staring